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Pairing: Sho x Fukada Kyoko
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1021
Summary: Backstage at the Yatterman premiere.
Sitting through the entire premiere had been enlightening. While before knew what it had been like to act it, now he knew what it was been like to see everything fit together, edited, bright and blinding on the big screen. There was something to it, he decided. He'd always liked movies, but movies were ten times better when Fukada Kyoko was in them and wearing an outfit like that.
He'd been good at ignoring it during filming, though not so good at keeping it out of his head after getting home at night and tucking himself into bed. Watching her for two hours on the big screen (when he wasn't watching himself and inwardly crowing with glee at how awesome he looked flying through the air like that) was a different matter.
"Congratulations," he said after the lights had gone up and all the cast and crew were retreating back into the main part of the building.
Kyoko, ever quiet, just smiled at him, her silver earrings tinkling in the light. His gaze traveled from them down her neck, and he couldn't believe himself, this was not the time to get a hard-on.
He thought he was doing a good job of hiding it--he was an expert at covering up, honestly, he'd had tons of practice being an adolescent in front of a camera--but Kyoko must have had some sixth sense, or maybe she was just of the same mind, because when they got back to his dressing room she followed him in. Still without a word, her charm-tipped fingers ringed his wrist. It was more surprising than anything he'd seen her do up till now, more forward than he'd anticipated of a girl so reserved and demure.
It was a one time thing. He knew that when he was locking the door. He knew it when he unbuttoned her blouse to find her bra beneath, black and lacy, her dark eyes on him the whole time. He felt like a man possessed, but all the time the image of her in that scanty leather outfit wouldn't leave his mind. It was like he was being granted part of that by the girl who stood before him now, shifting her shoulders to let him see more skin.
"Sho-san," Kyoko said, and his stomach coiled with heat, his cock answering that breathy voice. It was the first thing he'd heard her say all night.
Sho was careful as he folded her blouse and set it aside. Her bra pulled her breasts up into sweet roundness, and he let his finger run along the edge of one of the cups.
They made it to the couch before Sho got his belt undone (belts were so inconvenient at times like these) and though his brain shrieked alarms at him when he felt her long-nailed fingers creeping up his thigh, she was actually dextrous and careful enough that he didn't feel a scratch as she filled her small hand with him.
It distracted him enough that he couldn't figure out how to get her bra off.
But what did it matter when he could press his face between the soft swell of her breasts, kiss wet trails along ripe, warm skin, and get a handjob at the same time?
One of her legs lifted, graceful and somehow demure even though she was offering him a glance at her panties. He had never seen a girl manage something like that before, but it seemed her princess reputation was well earned. She had poise. She was amazing, the skin of her legs flawless under his fingers as they snaked up the inside of her thighs to feel the dampness of her panties. They were silken, and he almost laughed at how unsurprised he was.
"Oh," she breathed, her voice just as sweet in person as it was on screen, and her hand stilled on his hardness. He tickled his fingers under the elastic of her panties to find her wet and wanting.
How she looked now, he thought. Her hair, dark as ink, a tumble over her shoulders, a mess of waves over the couch cushions. The waist of her skirt had ridden up to just under her navel, and her eyes glazed over with a dreamy look as he slid one finger in to paint the inside of her body.
Desperately, he wished for a condom. He should have taken Aiba's advice, he thought ruefully, and put one in his bag to have around just in case. But Aiba was always getting into situations that made Sho shake his head with amazement--never had Sho thought he'd end up like this, for all the times he'd had boyish fantasies about it.
Kyoko was not noisy. Just as she was quiet in conversation, so she was while he fingered her, soft gasps and the hitch of her chest his only indication that he was doing things right. It suited her, like this, he thought.
She finished him off with a slick, fast movement, and it was almost embarrassing how easy she managed to get him off, but if Kyoko was laughing he couldn't tell, all the emotion trapped behind those curious dark eyes along with her thoughts. Sex hadn't unlocked her, but he liked that. Her mystery.
If only he knew what to say. I'm sorry to jizz on your skirt, it looks expensive didn't really seem appropriate. Instead, he said, "Tissues? I have--" He would have been laughed at by Nino and Aiba, and certainly Matsujun would have rolled his eyes at Sho's expertise in chitchat post-sex, but by some fluke of the universe Kyoko was kissing him. He guessed that meant he'd done something right.
When they finally stood, it was with regret. Kyoko shook out her blouse carefully and he helped her button it, his fingers clumsy where hers were smart and quick.
"Goodnight, Sakurai-san," Kyoko said, and Sho pressed a number of tissues into her hand.
"Just in case," he said, feeling silly. Or at least, until she smiled.
original commentary here
originally written March 08 2009
Pairing: Sho x Fukada Kyoko
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1021
Summary: Backstage at the Yatterman premiere.
Sitting through the entire premiere had been enlightening. While before knew what it had been like to act it, now he knew what it was been like to see everything fit together, edited, bright and blinding on the big screen. There was something to it, he decided. He'd always liked movies, but movies were ten times better when Fukada Kyoko was in them and wearing an outfit like that.
He'd been good at ignoring it during filming, though not so good at keeping it out of his head after getting home at night and tucking himself into bed. Watching her for two hours on the big screen (when he wasn't watching himself and inwardly crowing with glee at how awesome he looked flying through the air like that) was a different matter.
"Congratulations," he said after the lights had gone up and all the cast and crew were retreating back into the main part of the building.
Kyoko, ever quiet, just smiled at him, her silver earrings tinkling in the light. His gaze traveled from them down her neck, and he couldn't believe himself, this was not the time to get a hard-on.
He thought he was doing a good job of hiding it--he was an expert at covering up, honestly, he'd had tons of practice being an adolescent in front of a camera--but Kyoko must have had some sixth sense, or maybe she was just of the same mind, because when they got back to his dressing room she followed him in. Still without a word, her charm-tipped fingers ringed his wrist. It was more surprising than anything he'd seen her do up till now, more forward than he'd anticipated of a girl so reserved and demure.
It was a one time thing. He knew that when he was locking the door. He knew it when he unbuttoned her blouse to find her bra beneath, black and lacy, her dark eyes on him the whole time. He felt like a man possessed, but all the time the image of her in that scanty leather outfit wouldn't leave his mind. It was like he was being granted part of that by the girl who stood before him now, shifting her shoulders to let him see more skin.
"Sho-san," Kyoko said, and his stomach coiled with heat, his cock answering that breathy voice. It was the first thing he'd heard her say all night.
Sho was careful as he folded her blouse and set it aside. Her bra pulled her breasts up into sweet roundness, and he let his finger run along the edge of one of the cups.
They made it to the couch before Sho got his belt undone (belts were so inconvenient at times like these) and though his brain shrieked alarms at him when he felt her long-nailed fingers creeping up his thigh, she was actually dextrous and careful enough that he didn't feel a scratch as she filled her small hand with him.
It distracted him enough that he couldn't figure out how to get her bra off.
But what did it matter when he could press his face between the soft swell of her breasts, kiss wet trails along ripe, warm skin, and get a handjob at the same time?
One of her legs lifted, graceful and somehow demure even though she was offering him a glance at her panties. He had never seen a girl manage something like that before, but it seemed her princess reputation was well earned. She had poise. She was amazing, the skin of her legs flawless under his fingers as they snaked up the inside of her thighs to feel the dampness of her panties. They were silken, and he almost laughed at how unsurprised he was.
"Oh," she breathed, her voice just as sweet in person as it was on screen, and her hand stilled on his hardness. He tickled his fingers under the elastic of her panties to find her wet and wanting.
How she looked now, he thought. Her hair, dark as ink, a tumble over her shoulders, a mess of waves over the couch cushions. The waist of her skirt had ridden up to just under her navel, and her eyes glazed over with a dreamy look as he slid one finger in to paint the inside of her body.
Desperately, he wished for a condom. He should have taken Aiba's advice, he thought ruefully, and put one in his bag to have around just in case. But Aiba was always getting into situations that made Sho shake his head with amazement--never had Sho thought he'd end up like this, for all the times he'd had boyish fantasies about it.
Kyoko was not noisy. Just as she was quiet in conversation, so she was while he fingered her, soft gasps and the hitch of her chest his only indication that he was doing things right. It suited her, like this, he thought.
She finished him off with a slick, fast movement, and it was almost embarrassing how easy she managed to get him off, but if Kyoko was laughing he couldn't tell, all the emotion trapped behind those curious dark eyes along with her thoughts. Sex hadn't unlocked her, but he liked that. Her mystery.
If only he knew what to say. I'm sorry to jizz on your skirt, it looks expensive didn't really seem appropriate. Instead, he said, "Tissues? I have--" He would have been laughed at by Nino and Aiba, and certainly Matsujun would have rolled his eyes at Sho's expertise in chitchat post-sex, but by some fluke of the universe Kyoko was kissing him. He guessed that meant he'd done something right.
When they finally stood, it was with regret. Kyoko shook out her blouse carefully and he helped her button it, his fingers clumsy where hers were smart and quick.
"Goodnight, Sakurai-san," Kyoko said, and Sho pressed a number of tissues into her hand.
"Just in case," he said, feeling silly. Or at least, until she smiled.
original commentary here
originally written March 08 2009